Monday, February 21, 2011

A Room with Poles

February 21st

Showered in the morning sun, Good morning.
Feeling fresh out of shower
Wrapped in a soft towel, I am feeling good.

It was the day to have mobility aid poles installed.
The service person came at 12:00

He installed poles in pivotal points for me to use to move around
It made the room look smaller.
The color of nursing care products is so limited.
Brown and grey only?
It won't match the decor.
Not at all.

I want to live with a style, supple and light.  That's my credo.
So I am not very happy.
Tall, short or immobile, I want to choose from myriad of colors.

The pole was too thick for my hands to get a firm grip on.
It was for guys with large hands.
At the time when we can send people to the moon, why the pole is still too thick?
I want to see advancement in the modern science and ergonomics.

I met Nishimoto Producer and Matsumoto Producer joined.
We ate and drank.  I ate without holding back.  I talked candidly only to
Realize there was a mike to record our conversation.
By then it was too late.

Ms. Grasshopper and Camerawoman Naoko helped me for grocery shopping.
Camerawoman Naoko carried the shopping bag.
Ms. Grasshopper pushed my new wheelchair.
It rode very well

In a bistro near Patio
Ms. Grasshopper had beer
Mr. Nishimura had Pinot noire
I had Bloody Mary.

I got tipsy and happy.

Let's get together again.
Yes, Affirmative.

Poem by Maria Franki
Edited and translated by J. Ujiie
©2011

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